That clears them a space pretty quick.

She descends. "People of the city! Welcome to a new dawn! The world will turn upside down. Order will become chaos. Life will become death. The mighty shall be cast down, and the weak shall rise."

Dramatic pause.

"I suggest you panic."

They do, obligingly.

From the back, she can see a wedge of Qunari pushing forward in an ordered fashion, approaching her position.

She casts a hand forward, a single knife flying from her hand fast enough to thunder, aimed for the throat of the one in front.

He collapses, and is stepped over. The others close ranks and raise their shields. The ones in back launch a flight of javelins at her.

She could destroy their javelins in a blast of lightning. She could dodge them. She could deflect them. All of these would be fairly cheap, fairly easy.

Hisame spreads her arms, and unveils her Susano.

The ghostly warrior wraps around her, blood red. Wings limned with black fire spill from the monstrosity's back, and four arms wield a sword of flame, a shield of glass, and a bow of lightning.

The javelins clatter uselessly against her majesty.

From the middle of the formation, the Saarebas unleashes elemental fury against her. Lightning, a hailstorm, a tornado of fire. The earth beneath her quakes violently.

Her Susano doesn't even seem to notice.

She waits for the storm to stop, then chirps: "My turn!"

Black fire falls among them, lightning lances from the sky, wind whips dust into projectiles...

And it's all wonderfully, beautifully controlled.

Hisame doesn't burn a single non-Qunari.

The Saarebas tries to fend it off. He fails.

The Qunari hold their discipline to the last, leaving charred corpses still in the wedge.

This only increases the unrest in the other people still unwisely present.

She gestures, and the black fire vanishes.

Her wings spread.

"Anyone else feel like challenging me?"

It. Uh. It doesn't seem like anyone does, no.

She laughs and ascends, projection growing as she rises above the city, until she's surely visible from every corner.

Her wings grow, black fire spreading them so they arc from wall to wall.

A hand reaching out -

And lightning slams into the chantry, destroying it.

"Where are your gods now, mortals?" she demands, trusting the Keres to make sure her voice carries. "Do they strike me down for defiling their halls? Do they chastize me, for challenging them?"

She spreads her arms, and pauses.

(It'll be quite amusing, if something does manifest. An interesting challenge.)

Her destruction is unanswered by any higher power.

"Your gods are silent."

"But I will be merciful."

"I will not raze this city to its foundations. Instead I will leave you - free of chains. Free of masters. Free of gods. Free people of this city - cast off any who would chain you! Set away the fetters on your heart! And let this city be a monument."

Flame swirls around her - 

And she vanishes.

(She is actually now just camouflaged, Susano dismissed, but she can now drop silently, back towards the Keres.)

"That," the Keres says to her, "was masterfully done."

"Why, thank you darling. I so rarely get a chance to show off like that."

"I wonder what place we'll get in their mythologies?"

"They don't seem to have any existing trickster or anti-god. I suppose we've carved ourselves a fresh niche."

"Trickster and rebellious gods are so important, though! Every structure needs someone setting fires at the base."

The Keres smiles. "Quite. Speaking of structural fires, the Gallows has been burning for some time now. Shall we see if that little struggle has produced a victor yet?"

"Let's. Hopefully Orsino doesn't need too much help; I'd be dreadfully disappointed if we had to handle this whole rebellion for him."

"That would speak sadly of his competence."

Off to the Gallows. There's less need to conceal their power now, and so they can take a direct route. The fortress is burning across one entire half, otherworldly flames that eat even stone. Demons of all sorts prowl within, hunting any they can find, be they mage or templar. Rage demons in bodies of fire, sloth and hunger demons wrapped in tattered shrouds, a desire demon beguiling a room full of novices, a pair of pride demons, enormous and spiky, advancing on a small formation of templars.

Certainly delightfully chaotic, but doesn't speak well of someone planning to have a force left to rule at the end of this.

Is Orsino findable? Does he seem to at least think he has control?

(She kills any demons - or templars - who even think about challenging her.)

Orsino is findable. It's hard to say whether he thinks he has control or not, but given his head is separated from his body by several feet and a trail of blood, it's likely that in actuality, he doesn't.

"Can't get good help these days at all."

"Such a terrible shame. Last we met, he seemed to have a good head on his shoulders."